Hand County press. (Miller, Dakota [S.D.]) 1882-1893, 1887-02-10

TO you. Lam yet with you while write, ard
thebarc thought fills me with joy; and then
q fear follows that these poor words OF mine |
may fall in other hands but yours. choke
theoutpourings OF my poor heart, lest other 1
eye but yours should read them. aAIy sacred /
love 10 be profaned by being laid open 20 /
scofers' IS a thought that fills me with dread !
The ribald can flad jest in the holiest Of |
matters, and 10 have your sweet name made /
abyword by the careless would wound mo I
keenly. But of surety, l shall find some
means Of sending few words 10 You, and !
perhaps you may hear concerning me from I
my encnnies, who mako a loud boast that |
they have crushed and taken prisoner Mont |
rose and his army. Therefore, sweet, tis |
only farewell for q few days that am writ
ipgnow Only, Janet, do not fatter your
self with false hopes. There win be no par
don for me- Nor 90 desire one Montrose
doomed to die could not wish to live.
Hsssasheip me if these words seem unloving
70 ciy sweetheart. But my life has proven
so dpiilc nay imaginings OF it. Ny sweets
have become bitter, my golden visions black
realities; all my ends SO different from my
beginninSs ! ain too near my death TO think
Of new possibilities, / can but go over the
events of my life, and dream of my Janetl
Sweetheart, fare thee woIl, and grieve not
nightly over your true lover, j.
p S.-The sun is shining brightly today,
Janet, and long for you with a consuming
longing. little gust of wind, full of the
fragrance OF the heather, has brought back
To me memories OF you. The glad days we
/ spent together among the heather, sweet 1t
maddens me To think of them. How careless
and happy we were, and how bonny you
werel Janet, thoughts Of joy, when the soul
Is overcast by sorrow, are like the tortures Of
hell!
III,
Janet, In reviewing those graces in you
that bad loved had oflen been in doubt as
10 what manner of yours pleased me best.
doubt no longer, for | know now that loved
your manner most when you braved bolts
and bars and the tyranny of my enelnlos
Cyhom ! fully forgive, even as | pray the
Lord may forgive mol, and the churlishness
of rude jailsrs, SO that you could kiss me
gooi-by, sweetl
The joy Of i'll Janet, you cannot imagine
what tbs glimpse Of you has been TO me-
Sure am ! that tbera never b eathed so
proud q condemned felon, nor one with half
such just reason 10 rejoicc. Since Janet--her
fears forgotton-came 10 ma in my prison
cell, what matter fettes or aught that my
enemies can urge against moi II all that
WINCH blifli Ntil ilNtit lg
TO my disparagement, no one will believe
aught TINT is bad, since Janet kissed me!
When you entered my cell perchance you
observed that was tongue-tied, that no
words could force their way TO my lips, that
my eyes seemed dazed and could not realize
that it was my dearest mistress standing be-
fore me You were 50 pale and wan, love,
your pitiful face has haunted me over since.
Sweet, am 10 die; you know It. / swear
10 you that death has lost its bitterness since
have seen you. You cannot imagine how
the thought that never should see you lnore
has pursued ne. Night and day, since tho
DISASTROUS day when we lost al, j have
yearned for glimpse Of you, and yesterday
you gave il 10 me.
Sweetheart, who was 10 have been my wife,
I If it were not for you should feel right glad
that my short span Of life is nearly over.
Twenty-six years only have lived, and have
already seen the dezth of all cared for.
I fear no death, not even that on the scaf-
fold. bat I fear 20 carry about with Inc into
I the nexts 1sss that great unasslaged desire
( tho desire for you, Janet cannot shake il
off IL overpowsrs mc. Il win outlast life. nay,
outlast death. Yea, on the very Judgment
day twill be you only that win bring psace
20 my tortured soul. Brave heart! You have
suffered so murh for Inc that ! scarce like 10
| lay another suiferance on you. 'Tis great
! boon | crave of ypu-no need TO urge you by
telling you It's the last. | know you well,
Janet, and, knowing you, scarce hesitate to
! crave this las, favor, which, if it be not too
| great, pray you grant
Janet, will you see mo dies
/ rot ia the midst of the crowd, sweet, but In
some secluded spot, whence, when my last
moment comes, you will murmur through
I your tears, Dear soul! God give him rest
lie loved me well.'
To tell you how love you were inpossble;
TO make you understand what you have been
to me in sweetness and tenderness since the
first day my eyes fell on you, equally irnpos-
sible, and to bid you Good-by most irnpos-
siblc Of the three. For though my pen cease
writing, shall not cease bidding you fare
well until the Ak sewers my head from my
body df indeed, ! am favored SO much as 70
die by steel in lieu Of rope, though it matters
hut little 10 mel. even then a long "good-by'
to Janet will he found on my lips by those
who can read snch language. Even now
have omitted to give you thanks for your
sweet plcaGngs In my bchas Twas great
grief To think that you should thus humble
yourself fer my worthless life's sake; yet was
it grief mingled with sweetness for had yon
DOT brave all for mel And nothing can hu.
miinte You, sweetheart; not even the churl-
isi denial which tho boon you craved met
with FROM my enemy; but thank you again
for your courage ] love you for it; twas
like you.
The little sprig Of rosemary, Janet, still Hes
Close 10 my heart There win il lie until my
heart heat more; aud then, when am
dead. m-tbinks IL must blossom out afresh
from my grave Was il not a love token from
N...s s,..
ever disl IL mast be everlasting. A little
stir In my celitells me they are coming to
announce that must soon make ready to
die--that death will claim me from Janet
II but die as nobly as MontFoSe died, so
that my dearest heart, In days 10 come when
she can bear to talk Of it, will narrate, her
voice thrilled with pain, and ] hope a little
PRIDE how her true lover met his deathi You
will he quite old then, Janet, your soft brown
hait silyefed your eyes dinniej your voice
Guavering, and shall Ne everlasting young,
Jaoet gon- 10 my death In the fullncss OF my
years wonder shall / have long to wait FOR
you. Janeti Are you going 10 leave me
lonely for long, my bridet
Oil Janst. must now write my last. last
words TO you. l feel that have not lived my
life quite In vain, since It has been given tome
to gain your love. My whole being gives you
unNlfffaihe tnauks IoF tDe inesiliHSDlf boon
of your affection You have sweetened my
life, Janet. have even robbed death OF its
bitterness And love you with my whole
heart, nor have ] ever loved another maid
but you
can scarce write the word farewell
Hothinks il should seorch the paper. sce,
sweetheart, ] have kissed this just here Lay
your warm lips on the spot when mine are
cold Alas' that they should ever be ire
sponsive 20 yours
Janet. there Is scarce q moment now I
aust cen hasten TO flnisli, so that this may
reGch you in time. Ipray that you may gctit
There Is no salaer thing than farewell II
al this sad world OF ours An earthly regrets
are gone, save only my regret for Janet, and
- Good-by, sweetheart Fare thee well
u s..
The Lady Jane being tnoth plightod 70 tie
young end gallant J. spostiswooie, vino was
one OF the noble Marques OF Montrnso's most
devoted followers, being in sore distress az